The next morning, I m running around like a chicken with my head cut off. After my night of confessions with Bella, I slept fitfully and then slept through my alarm.

Hey, I got him ready, Hawk says, coming out of Jacob s room, carrying the fully dressed toddler.

It hits me hard, would he have looked like this with our child? His hair tousled, his eyes soft with sleep, and face rough. It catches deep in my throat and I m hit with emotion that I m ...